... too much brooding, not enough doing.

“...no one belongs to anyone. We're all cut off at birth with a knife and left a…”

“The mud. There are no good similes. Mud must be a Flemish word. Mud was invente…”

“What you people who weren't yet born can never know is what it meant to sleep i…”

“Има степени на лудост, разбира се. Аз открих следи в самия себе си, признавам. …”